you trace my lines, stirring my soul
Hmmmming a sound that's neither agreement nor disagreement into the rim of his coffee cup, Remi sneaks his hand around Ronin's waist that he might dip his thumb beneath the waistband of his husband's sweatpants. 'Oh. That.' The alchemist grumbles, snarling absently at the dustmotes flitting by. "I told her I would help with that if she needed it, but..I never heard back." Which, now that he thought about it, was either a good sign or a bad one. Had Maeve simply chosen to keep the ability to kill Ronin? Or had she managed to convince Safrin to muzzle the ability on her own?
'The Ei—the Deepfrost Deity?' Remi raises a brow at that. "Seems an odd place for such a chilly being to want a shrine." He muses, sipping at his coffee. "Did she say who built it?"
'The Ei—the Deepfrost Deity?' Remi raises a brow at that. "Seems an odd place for such a chilly being to want a shrine." He muses, sipping at his coffee. "Did she say who built it?"
THE ALCHEMIST
Speaks with a thick Italian accent.
Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission.
Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission.
